A la limite de l’exhibition

In the face of so much indiscretion, can you imagine giving me a little lesson. You seem in a very playful mood with your curious neighbor. You then ask the waiter to bring you some more milk froth in a small cup for your cappuccino. The somewhat dodgy appearance of the moss amuses you. You challenge me cheerfully, but instead of engaging in conversation, you put milk froth on my hand, staring at me. Embarrassed, I make it disappear from the back of my hand with a discreet little lick. fatal error, you start again, once, twice, thrice. Everytime, I run as discreetly as possible, lick my hand. The boss behind the bar observes your little stratagem from afar and wonders with an amused eye what is going on between this stranger and these two women.
Then Lorelei turns to me and speaks to me rather curtly.. She seems to oscillate between the annoyance of the intrusion of this stranger in this moment of intimacy with her friend, and the desire to extend the game to take advantage of the situation to his advantage.-Lorelei: Wait ! Frankly if we want to have a drink with you, we call you ok ?
-Me: Pardon ?
You instantly bounce on the opportunity.
-flower: good idea that, what is your number ?
-Me: My number ?
-flower: Yes, the one on your laptop there .. on which you pretended to read your emails while listening to us, so what's your number ?
-Me: Uh .. 06 **
-Lorelei: That's it, you see when you want, she said dialing my number to save it.
A little troubled by our exchange and this sudden familiarity, I go back to my emails, and you to your conversation. The corner of the eye, I see you whispering something in your ear and bursting out laughing together. A moment later, I am interrupted by a text notification from a number in 07 that I don't know.-07: In fact you are rather docile it seems …
You just texted me without a glance, silently. The conversation continues in writing, when we are less than a meter from each other.
-Me: Docile ? Uh ..
-07: Oh you don't know ? We're going to do a little test then, right away !
-Me: Yes … finally a test of what ?
-07: It's not yes, it's yes ma'am.
After the fun of our first improvised exchanges, punctuated by laughter and smiles from the boss, I feel that the confidentiality of the conversation by messages will force me to have to go further. A flash of heat goes to my head, I realize the absurdity of the situation, but i can't resist it.
Lorelei grabs your phone and sends me another message, Without a look.
-07: Spread your legs wide.
After a second of hesitation, I slowly spread my legs …
-07: I said thoroughly, spread more than that !
I comply and find myself in a rather vulgar position.
-07: Well, now open your fly fully.
-Me: Yes Madam.
I am as remotely guided by your messages. You play at passing the phone to compete for ideas. The flush in my head now congests all resistance. I run slowly and lower my fly. This time, you both stare at my crotch and go into a mocking giggle. Then you ostentatiously drop your paper towel on the floor..
-07: Picked up.
-Me: Yes Madam.
I pull up my fly discreetly before obeying this last order.
-07: Who gave you permission to pull up your fly ? leave it wide open, pick up the towel, and offer it to us with lowered eyes.
I disappear on my knees under their table, which has the effect of half-opening my fly wide, I feel a bit of fresh air tickle my pubis. Lorelei grabs the towel I hand her and instantly throws it back on the floor, laughing.. I laugh too, seeking a little complicity with them.
-07: It makes you laugh to obey us ? So we continue.. or you answer yes madam, or else we stop everything... but something tells me that you don't want us to stop, looks like you like it, to be our slave ..
-Me: Yes Madam.
-07: Alright…finish my Perrier.
Lorelei lets a spit of saliva slip into the sparkling water, and hands me his glass with a big smile, that I drink in small sips.
I feel like a puppet articulated by your thoughts.
-07: Go pay for our drinks and wait for us outside !
-Me: Yes Madam.